demon hunters, death knights, and druids, oh my!

Here it is, the long-overdue third installment in the continuing story of Serreina Nightfury. Enjoy!

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Serreina stood at the edge of the dock with her runeblade in hand, gazing out across the sea. Her hood was pulled back, and her limp hair fluttered lightly in the breeze, but she barely noticed; her thoughts were back in Shattrath, her mind focused on what had occurred there.

She hadn’t been particularly smart, confronting them there. Trying to take them on at the same time hadn’t been all that wise either – in fact, that had been a patently terrible idea. She’d taken on far larger numbers and survived, of course, but she had never faced even one demon hunter, let alone two. She had underestimated the power Shizukera and Shatterbound wielded, and that lapse had nearly gotten her killed.

Decapitated, to be exact …

The death knight rubbed her throat, grimacing. That had been another mistake – she had watched him as he harnessed his power, growing larger and stronger and more powerful, and yet she had foolishly allowed him to get close enough to touch her. He had a hell of a grip, too; he had simply caught her chest armor in one hand and her neck in the other and pulled, while she had boiled his blood and afflicted him with diseases. If Shizukera and Kharsus hadn’t interfered, Serreina knew that both she and Shatterbound would be dead. As it was, she had wounded both of them, but she had also lost her voice. She fervently hoped this was temporary, because now when Kharsus spoke she had no choice but to listen. That was annoying and inconvenient, partially because the former Scarlet Crusader was an arse, but mainly because he said many things that caused her resolve to waver.

The thought caused her lips to curl back in a sneer. Oh yes, he said many things. That she was insane; that she couldn’t be trusted; that she was utterly dependent on her runeblade, to the point that it controlled her, rather than the other way around.

Untrue …

She tightened her grip on Sorrowblade, listening as the runeblade whispered to her. After several long moments she turned back toward Stormwind and whistled sharply. Her deathcharger appeared at once, seeming to materialize from darkness and shadow. She smiled.

I will defeat them still, she promised Sorrowblade silently. I was uninformed and unprepared before. Now I know better. Now I know how to fight them

And I will make sure she is alone.

Her smile widened as she spurred her deathcharger on, racing back toward the city as quickly as the undead beast could carry her. No, she wouldn’t be distracted. She wouldn’t be dissuaded.

This short story, written from Shizukera’s perspective, is part 2 in the RP series “From Beyond, She Comes.” Enjoy!

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Guess what, journal ~

Today I met my mother, who’s been dead for years. She’s a death knight. It was weird.

Shizukera Nightfury read over what she had just written and couldn’t help but laugh. Weird? Weird didn’t even begin to describe that experience. Horrifying beyond imagining came a little closer.

The truth was, she had always wished there was a way to put her family together again. Of course, she knew that could never happen – she had seen her parents die; she’d lost her mind for a time because of it – but what orphaned child doesn’t wish she could have her parents back again?

Well, she’d gotten her wish. Half of it, at least.

Shizu shuddered. She could see her mother clearly in her mind’s eye: pale skin stretched across hollow cheekbones, the icy blue glow of necromantic magic shining through her sunken eyes, the cold smile as she made both her presence and her purpose known. There was nothing left of the gentle priestess who had been Shizu’s mother. All that remained was this dark, cruel, battle-hardened champion of the Scourge.

Former champion of the Scourge, Shizu silently corrected herself. If Serreina was still under the Lich King’s control, she never would’ve made it out of the king’s throne room alive. No, her mother was acting on her own will. She truly wanted her daughter dead, and her son … and Taldarion.

That thought filled Shizu with rage. She had learned long ago not to expect life to be fair, but this? To have her mother returned to her as a death knight, deranged and merciless and set on killing her and two of the people she cared about more than anything or anyone else in this world – this after all that Shizu had already been through – wasn’t that a little too much? She had never asked for much out of life, yet life insisted on piling shoveltusk droppings on her head.

The rage faded as quickly as it had formed, and Shizu sighed heavily. Even now, having seen what Serreina Nightfury had become, she couldn’t let go of her desire to have her mother back. Was there anything left of her? Was there enough of her to save? Maybe not. It didn’t look like it.

But that wasn’t going to stop her from trying.

With another heavy sigh, Shizu laid her journal aside, scooted closer to her mate, and slipped into an uneasy, dream-riddled sleep.

About Me

Hi! I’m Shizu, and this is my World of Warcraft blog. *waves*

My WoW history in a nutshell: I started playing on Silver Hand in November 2006, RP’d a lot, transferred to Scarlet Crusade with some friends, leveled to 70, got restless, raided all BC content up to and including Kil’jaeden, leveled to 80, raided Wrath up through Sarth25-3D, got cranky at Northrend and the nerfs to my spec and my inability to adjust to Northrend and the nerfs to my spec, and transferred to Earthen Ring to join the lovely folks of the Netherbane. I still do some light raiding with the Netherbane, but my focus now is on RP and alt leveling, so most of my posts will have to do with RP and alt leveling.